Good topic. I always labeled the hubby as the one with OCD. Even though he can be surrounded by clutter, it is always neat and in perfect piles. When he talks on the phone, he walks around the house and straightens out anything that might be askew...like a coffee table that might be a rat hair off center. A candy dish that isn't exactly in the middle of the table. When he get the mail, I see him walking with it towards the house, arranging it in order of size.
But...unknowingly to me...I too am a counter. It just pops in my head. Everytime I walk down the basement stairs, I count them. When I pull clothes out of the dryer...count them as they land in the basket. Sometimes when I am walking the dog, I find myself counting my steps. I wish I would count calories the way I am driven to count how many kernels of frozen corn are falling into the pan!
I have had a problem w/ OCD since forever, just like FMS. Gotta love that Type A personality. I have to ck to make sure my keys are in my bag before I leave the house, sometimes several times before I leave the house. Then ck to make sure I really, really locked the front door. I must ck again to be sure I locked the car and my keys are back in my bag before I close the car door. It almost isn't worth going someplace after all that nonsense. I have never lost my keys (knock on wood) like many other family members that I won't mention - Ok, I will lol! DH, DS, DD, to name a few. So I guess that is one saving grace.
I also have to have vacuuming and dusting done MY way, it annoys my children no end. The towels will be folded and placed in cabinet the way I want them. My clothes that go in closet all have to face one way. I fold my underwear in a certain way and it is in my drawers in a certain way.
Yrs back I came down w/ pneumonia, out of work 6 wks. I thought I would go crazy, it reached its peak when I found myself spelling the word over and over - p-n-e-u-m-o-n-i-a. I couldn't stop. I still will repeat things to myself on occassion. I will hear a song and before I go to sleep I will hear it play in my head, go to sleep, wake up a couple of hrs later and the song is playing in my head before I even open my eyes. It is like an endless 8-track, for those of you who know what I'm talking about.
Iwill count the # of motorcycles that pass me on the road, after they pass, my DH will always ask, 'How many?' Sadly, I can give him an exact count.
I write everthing down on my calendar, appts, when I sent out a particular paper, when I placed a LD call, weird!
My DM and my first DS have the same fixation about the locked doors, house or car.
I'm sure there are other things in that vein, but I can't remember right now, that should keep me up tonight to make sure I can remember something I forgot.
My family kids me about this, but it is so stressful and annoying. I can feel the tension in my jaws from this sometimes.
God bless. Alice.